Ello

Someone asked me this a couple years ago, triggering a TERRIFYING existential excavation. But I was brave. Rolling up my sleeves, I grabbed a shovel and began to dig, animating as I went.

Turns out there's no one single quality that doesn't have a "best before" date stamped on it. Also I despise the supposedly admirable qualities I possess (honesty, bravery, gung-ho) because they always land me in a heap of trouble. And when I got to the heart of "me" I discovered there's nothing there; not even a heart of gold

And that, my friend, was really fucking scary . All my insecurities came rushing in to fill the void.

But when I was done with the film I realized something: there's a difference between loving myself and loving my self, empty shell though it may be. The former is a superficial comfort; the latter is loaded with responsibility and allows me to know who I am. Therefore, the answer to the question "what do I love about "me"" has to be, "...I'm here". I love the simple existence of the container that holds my time in this world, fleeting and volatile, vulnerable and sweet. It's all I have